He stood blankely in the hallway, covered in blood. Streaks of it ran down his arms and legs, dots and smudges of the crimson liquid littered his face. A blank look resided in his eyes as he held a limp kitten, fur matted with blood as well, in his arms. Another appeared in the hall, looking horrified. "W-Wha...?"

The boy looked up from the small body in his arms. "..a kitten..I found her. Isn't she cute?" He pauses, "She stopped moving a while ago. ...why did she stop moving..? Do you know why? I want her to mew again, it's so cute. But she sounded weak.."

A shudder ran through the other's body. His words were hollowed and disturbed. "...we've been looking for you..I..I've been worried... And the kitten..she must be dead.. What's wrong with you? You know what it's like when things die..."

The boy clutched the kitten tighter to his chest, his features twisting in anger and denial. "How can she be dead?? She can't die.. we can't die... there's no death.. I don't know what you're talking about...I-I don't..." He smiles again, disturbingly sweet, "..you stopped moving before, and you weren't dead. You can't die..." He runs his fingers shakingly down the kitten's back, sinking to the ground. "...you can only die inside."